tnpicker
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I lived on the road for years as a young man in the early seventies, when it was a far different world and I was a much younger man. At that time I used my thumb, walked, or rode 'dirty face' ( by rail) but now I find myself in my sixties and have a van and a motorcycle. I have to say I'm both excited and apprehensive as I prepare. Eliminating all this junk I have collected when I became a root dweller to raise my daughters is both a wonderful and emancipating experience while at the same time foreboding because we as humans attach sentimental attachments to objects, when we know deep inside it's not the object that owns out attachment, it's the experience we associate with the object.... So, I'll keep the memory and discard the object. After all isn't life a lesson in learning to let go? So onward through the pile of what can sell and what is trash I go. Next is building the van into a suitable camper, then eventually in the near future I'll embark in my next chapter, a journey of both physical and mental enlightenment, exploration and a long needed sigh of relief. I discovered living (now) on disability isn't sustainable in a house and life is too short to spend all of my resources solely for the purpose of having a roof over my head and viewing the same scenery day after day.... If I see you along the way, I'll share a wave and perhaps a cup of coffee. Stay safe and enjoy this ride we call life!